Hidden From Hunger Of Death © Surazeus 2023 06 04 The subtle movement of the flashing sky exposes atoms of my burning heart when I hitchhike across the desert land to find my lover in the empty house whose flower face is veiled by cold moonlight while I dream of her soul warm in my arms. Far across the sparkling pacific sea that glimmers blue with inner flame of hope my lover walks alone on hungry beach to wait for me all night on chilly sand till I descend on silver wings of faith so we can dance with endless tide of time. Because the fevered foam of restless time tastes bitterer than death to those who love we sing together in hard blasting wind to maintain trust we share with eager hands for life is sweet when we walk hand in hand to know strange beauty of this silent world. Our lonely shadows spreading angel wings fly side by side along the ocean beach, lured by clear tones from lyre of golden strings I play with passion of the blooming spring beneath the dark uncaring sky of hope as we kiss with tender care of wild birds. Till hour our throats may ache with joyful song we hide from horror of beautiful death to savor yet another day of hope with graceful passion of the mortal soul who knows the painful end of life may come at any time we eat the fruit of love. Close to my heart I hold the broken world to understand this seething faith in love that motivates my quest to break the walls enclosing paradise with serpent teeth which keeps us safe and trapped in flow of change till we can teach the world our private song. With changeful will of arrogant desire we rush against blank wall of nothingness to float on ocean waves of innocence till we rise dripping from abyss of time to pluck ripe oranges from old tangled trees and drink sweet sunlight in tears of despair. I gather scattered selves to bind one self that gleams in crystal ball of timeless truth so I see endless flow of human history in shifting visions of intense conflict till I design safe haven of our hope where we dwell hidden from hunger of death.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, June 4, 2023
Hidden From Hunger Of Death
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